As "Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star." (L.M. Montgomery)
Reminded today that
~the best, most real miracle is life itself.
~the beauty is there to step into.
~everything is sacred that we acknowledge as sacred.
~we navigate our own journey,
build our own joy,
sculpt our own reality,
and it can change in a second.
It's so good to come back to this space.
Deep, deep breathing.
Acknowledge any anxiety you may be experiencing right now,
Where do you feel it in your body?
Know that this fear or anxiety is an experience and not who you are or a part of your identity.
It is a feeling that simply needs to burn itself out.
It is not bad.
You are not bad or less connected for feeling it.
Pose the question:
What do I need to do to support myself while I'm experiencing this emotion?
Then sit in stillness.
The answer will come.
My answer for tonight is, "accept. rest."
Now I am off to do just that.
At the close of the day I am reminded that whatever recognition I receive outside of myself in my lifetime,or what work I do, even the best, most blessed work I can dream of, my true happiness comes and will always come from communion with Spirit in nature, and with my dearest loves...
When I heard at the Close of the Day
When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd
with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for
me that follow'd,
And else when I carous'd, or when my plans were accomplish'd, still
I was not happy,
But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health,
refresh'd, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the
When I wander'd alone over the beach, and undressing bathed,
laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my dear friend my lover was on his way
coming, O then I was happy,
O then each breath tasted sweeter, and all that day my food
nourish'd me more, and the beautiful day pass'd well,
And the next came with equal joy, and with the next at evening came
And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll slowly
continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands as directed to me
whispering to congratulate me,
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in
the cool night,
In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast--and that night I was happy.
Who could weave a more fitting "good night" blessing at the end of this Autumnal June weekend? I am grateful for a burst of Autumn whenever I get it.I am grateful for Walt Whitman, too.
Sweet dreams to you,
For the reminders that routine is best for my children right now,
For the much needed rain,
For the healing,
For the insight,
For the scars,
For the health,
For the freedom,
For the blessings, both material and soulful,
For the children sleeping in their beds,
For the reminder, right now, that sometimes a simple prayer is best,
I am so very grateful.
The long day is over.
I am worthy of this rest.
Time to breath easy.
Time to return to the me that was before responsibility came and took over.
Even if all I can offer her is a celebration of rest.
Good night, Amens, and Sweet Dreams
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth